"The journey is the reward."
- Steve Jobs
THE GRASSHOPPER
The grasshopper leaps,
Hurdling tall blades of grass,
Plummeting towards the moist ground,
Only to spring up once more.
EYES OF INNOCENCE
Coming to this world,
Knowing nothing about life
But their precious innocence.
ALAS, I AM TWENTY-ONE
Alas,
I am twenty one,
Only to do as I desire,
No more excuses,
Just nostalgic
Childhood memories
Of games I uses to play.
BLINDED
Stare at me,
I’ll stare back,
For what have I got to lose?
Only an honest friendship
And a thousand dreams
Had already been lost
With a blinded heart.
AUTHOR'S DISCLOSURE
An artist's purpose is to evoke emotion and/or dialogue of the masterpiece created, without either, it's no longer art, let alone a masterpiece.
This blog represents the author's original writing and makes no apology for posts resulting in experiencing a sense of discomfort when reading his own personal reflections, thoughts, affirmations, observations and opinions of his journey in finding his way through a complicated world, of his so called life. The author requests readers remain mindful of dates when a post was written. Many of the earlier posts were academic assignments with guidelines to uphold the integrity and standards of a specific writing style. One or a combination of formatting, rhyming schemes, syllable counts, themes and specific guidelines which were up to self-interpretation and self-discovery.
This set the tone for the author's tone and unique writing style. He requests readers remain open-minded to viewpoints differing from their own. The author strongly believes "we can disagree and still remain friends" and welcomes respectful dialogue and questioning of his writings. However; hateful disagreement our outright dismissal or suggesting the author's writings are inherently wrong will not be tolerated and may not be conducive to constructive conversation.
November 11, 1990
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